Then, one day as I was packing to leave for college, Viv came in to my room and handed me this note:
Maybe it was the glitter glue. Maybe it was the "Me sad," with arrow picture. Maybe it was just remembering that I even had a little sister named Vivian, but the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day. I vividly remember sitting on my bed and looking at that note and thinking, "I have been a bad sister. I should be a better sister. What if we all grew up to be friends? That would be sort of cool."
And I actually think things changed after that. I invited them to come and stay with me for weekends. I played 'bear cave' with little Rachel when I came home to visit. I talked to Beth about the Beatles. OK, I might have punched Sarah, but in general I was trying. And maybe we all would have grown up to be best of friends anyways, but I'm not so sure. For me, it started with this note. Thanks, V.